This human body is truly marvellous. It never ceases to amaze with its styles of functioning and prowess or the fact that we have a brain that contemplates, appreciates and even gets surprised by it's own existence and functioning.
The tale of an ordinary person
What is it about nights that bring you all the memories of past. What is it about nights that remind me of all the voids that have been created. And why am I calling them voids. Is it because till the time I had them they were so obvious that now I miss them. Not all the same though, because for family you start taking them for granted, it is quite common. But her, I never took her for granted.
The strange thing is I am writing about her here as if she too is in the same state as others I am talking about here. No, actually not at all. It's absolutely wrong of me to make it seem so. I would never even in my dreams think of her to be in that state physically/actually. But the point I am trying to make here is it's almost like them what she is for me now.
It's bad that I am putting her at the same spot, but I can't seem to think of it as any other analogy. In fact it's the same. The only difference is that this state that I have made of her in my viewpoint is totally my deed. And it's artificial. But for the other two nothing can be done. It's nature or whatever they say about it. Death.
Why did it have to happen all at once. 2016 and 2017 they went. And I made 2018 her last for me. But was it not because of her I did so. Probably not. It's all my fault. It's me who fell for her. It's me who read all the wrong signs, or interpreted them wrong. It's me who keeps repeating the same mistakes.
And my whining continues.......just like a zillion times. But it's still painful. All that has happened. All of them. All in such short span of time. Hope I heal soon.
What is it about nights that bring you all the memories of past. What is it about nights that remind me of all the voids that have been created. And why am I calling them voids. Is it because till the time I had them they were so obvious that now I miss them. Not all the same though, because for family you start taking them for granted, it is quite common. But her, I never took her for granted.
The strange thing is I am writing about her here as if she too is in the same state as others I am talking about here. No, actually not at all. It's absolutely wrong of me to make it seem so. I would never even in my dreams think of her to be in that state physically/actually. But the point I am trying to make here is it's almost like them what she is for me now.
It's bad that I am putting her at the same spot, but I can't seem to think of it as any other analogy. In fact it's the same. The only difference is that this state that I have made of her in my viewpoint is totally my deed. And it's artificial. But for the other two nothing can be done. It's nature or whatever they say about it. Death.
Why did it have to happen all at once. 2016 and 2017 they went. And I made 2018 her last for me. But was it not because of her I did so. Probably not. It's all my fault. It's me who fell for her. It's me who read all the wrong signs, or interpreted them wrong. It's me who keeps repeating the same mistakes.
And my whining continues.......just like a zillion times. But it's still painful. All that has happened. All of them. All in such short span of time. Hope I heal soon.
Game of Thrones ended same as so many other good stuff. But it also achieved the same feat as other good ones. I always wanted and thought of Jon sitting on the iron throne to rule the realm. As he would have been perfect in doing so. But no, it didn't happen.
I so badly was in love with the thought of Harry and Hermione being together. The ever perfect couple. Harry with his extraordinary bravery and goodness paired with the best girl Hermione. She was perfect for Harry and they both were so close to each other, always there for one another. But it didn't happen.
I felt so disheartened again today. These are all fictional characters but somehow I feel for them. This is the reason I consider this weak trait of mine, me being a hyperemotional fool.
And Jon killing Daenerys just like that was brutal. Even to think on Jon's part to do this would have been the most difficult thing to do in his whole life. All the great characters in GOT deserved way better verdict than what season eight did to them. All the seven seasons are on one side with great moments and this last season is totally opposite to what GOT had achieved. I feel disappointed.
But all this was fictional right. So whatever happened happened. Let the bygones be left. Tomorrow's a better day.
Game of Thrones ended same as so many other good stuff. But it also achieved the same feat as other good ones. I always wanted and thought of Jon sitting on the iron throne to rule the realm. As he would have been perfect in doing so. But no, it didn't happen.
I so badly was in love with the thought of Harry and Hermione being together. The ever perfect couple. Harry with his extraordinary bravery and goodness paired with the best girl Hermione. She was perfect for Harry and they both were so close to each other, always there for one another. But it didn't happen.
I felt so disheartened again today. These are all fictional characters but somehow I feel for them. This is the reason I consider this weak trait of mine, me being a hyperemotional fool.
And Jon killing Daenerys just like that was brutal. Even to think on Jon's part to do this would have been the most difficult thing to do in his whole life. All the great characters in GOT deserved way better verdict than what season eight did to them. All the seven seasons are on one side with great moments and this last season is totally opposite to what GOT had achieved. I feel disappointed.
But all this was fictional right. So whatever happened happened. Let the bygones be left. Tomorrow's a better day.
Today while travelling on this train, at this moment, a thought crossed my mind. When I know, my brain knows that that person is gone, actually she never was there, even after this realisation that what I had believed was false and untrue, and isn't possible anyway, why is the longing still here? Doesn't the so called evolved human brain calculate this simple thing that still feeling the same for her is not required anymore. There is no need of any goosebumps or pain as it is well understood that there's nothing for it. Neither can it bring that person close or together, or make her feel how I do. Neither can it throttle me into any action that can make her feel so. They say there's reason for our every body action, reaction, voluntary and involuntary. Then why this secretion of chemicals that cause this feeling, the emotion and the pain?
Day before yesterday, she was all over my dreams. For such long dreams, again and again. Everytime with a new storyline. I felt so so happy waking up that morning because right after you wake up from a dream for some moments you're still in it and it feels real. It was absolutely great to see her, just be like we were. Divulging the details of the dream is unnecessary here. Although it was good.
Today while travelling on this train, at this moment, a thought crossed my mind. When I know, my brain knows that that person is gone, actually she never was there, even after this realisation that what I had believed was false and untrue, and isn't possible anyway, why is the longing still here? Doesn't the so called evolved human brain calculate this simple thing that still feeling the same for her is not required anymore. There is no need of any goosebumps or pain as it is well understood that there's nothing for it. Neither can it bring that person close or together, or make her feel how I do. Neither can it throttle me into any action that can make her feel so. They say there's reason for our every body action, reaction, voluntary and involuntary. Then why this secretion of chemicals that cause this feeling, the emotion and the pain?
Day before yesterday, she was all over my dreams. For such long dreams, again and again. Everytime with a new storyline. I felt so so happy waking up that morning because right after you wake up from a dream for some moments you're still in it and it feels real. It was absolutely great to see her, just be like we were. Divulging the details of the dream is unnecessary here. Although it was good.
I don't remember the last call. Maybe it was in November. Or October perhaps. Having considered that, it's been five months since we talked but even then when I saw her name flashing through the screen just a few minutes back, my heart was racing like a bullet train. All that rush and fast beats and shivering too. And I was so nervous to talk. It felt so so good to talk to her. To know she remembers.
In a way our magic started on this very day two years ago. The reason for this call is because today is my birthday. And even as fifteen minutes have passed since the call ended my hands are still trembling. Although I feel so happy that she called. But the sad part is I had to be mean with her, say that I didn't care, to make it more eminent to her that I don't want to talk to her (absolutely for my own good, selfish me). I don't think she ever got it. Actually she doesn't even understand what I am going through, and I don't tell her because I don't want to upset her or make her feel bad. I have always tried to make her know that I want to completely erase her (for time being at least) in the most subtle way so that it doesn't hit her in anyway if at all. Today also I did the same, dropped enough hints.
Hope she comes to know someday, somehow. Today I realised I am far from being clean and cured. Whole night (today slept at 4 in morning and got up at 9 am) I kept dreaming and she was there in it all the time. And it felt so good when I woke up thinking all that old things and strong longing for her.
How much more time. When will it end. Still looking to get my sanity back.
I don't remember the last call. Maybe it was in November. Or October perhaps. Having considered that, it's been five months since we talked but even then when I saw her name flashing through the screen just a few minutes back, my heart was racing like a bullet train. All that rush and fast beats and shivering too. And I was so nervous to talk. It felt so so good to talk to her. To know she remembers.
In a way our magic started on this very day two years ago. The reason for this call is because today is my birthday. And even as fifteen minutes have passed since the call ended my hands are still trembling. Although I feel so happy that she called. But the sad part is I had to be mean with her, say that I didn't care, to make it more eminent to her that I don't want to talk to her (absolutely for my own good, selfish me). I don't think she ever got it. Actually she doesn't even understand what I am going through, and I don't tell her because I don't want to upset her or make her feel bad. I have always tried to make her know that I want to completely erase her (for time being at least) in the most subtle way so that it doesn't hit her in anyway if at all. Today also I did the same, dropped enough hints.
Hope she comes to know someday, somehow. Today I realised I am far from being clean and cured. Whole night (today slept at 4 in morning and got up at 9 am) I kept dreaming and she was there in it all the time. And it felt so good when I woke up thinking all that old things and strong longing for her.
How much more time. When will it end. Still looking to get my sanity back.
I am fed up of life now. What growing up has given me and what it has taken away are the things I would never want to take and give away.
In the job, in office, in the places of public interest, in the industry, in the ministries, in the country, everywhere, people are just lying with the sole purpose of making their life better, saving as much as they can, grabbing as much as they can, losing as less as they can. They're using every tactic they can apply to just make their life a little more better. But they don't care about the cost it comes with, they don't bother about the ramifications of their action on others in doing so.
The exact same thing is also present even at family, our own home, within our own relatives. The race to succeed and lose as less as possible. To better first own selves and then think about others. At some of the areas, it even feels that they are rightly so in what they're trying to achieve, at least for the family. But isn't it because we have grown up and we don't anymore think like a child. The selfless or innocent being that once we were.
In all this I have started hating people altogether. I start thinking that if this is what I had to deal with after growing up, I was better off a child. The world that I have to deal with in life is not what I want. It was so simple as a child comparing with what an adult is supposed to face. I am one of those beings who sucks at politics and diplomacy. I am supremely bad at lying about things you are supposed to lie about when you're an adult dealing with relatives or co-workers.
And you have to constantly decide what is good for you. People will keep trying to manipulate you. This was true even for the childhood, but the stakes are sky high here compared to what it was in childhood.
I hate life. I hate having grown up. I hate to deal with the things life is throwing at me. And probably will keep throwing. I think I am an escapist. I feel I am done. I want to be a child. I want this life to end or to be in a state not having to deal with all this drama.
I am fed up of life now. What growing up has given me and what it has taken away are the things I would never want to take and give away.
In the job, in office, in the places of public interest, in the industry, in the ministries, in the country, everywhere, people are just lying with the sole purpose of making their life better, saving as much as they can, grabbing as much as they can, losing as less as they can. They're using every tactic they can apply to just make their life a little more better. But they don't care about the cost it comes with, they don't bother about the ramifications of their action on others in doing so.
The exact same thing is also present even at family, our own home, within our own relatives. The race to succeed and lose as less as possible. To better first own selves and then think about others. At some of the areas, it even feels that they are rightly so in what they're trying to achieve, at least for the family. But isn't it because we have grown up and we don't anymore think like a child. The selfless or innocent being that once we were.
In all this I have started hating people altogether. I start thinking that if this is what I had to deal with after growing up, I was better off a child. The world that I have to deal with in life is not what I want. It was so simple as a child comparing with what an adult is supposed to face. I am one of those beings who sucks at politics and diplomacy. I am supremely bad at lying about things you are supposed to lie about when you're an adult dealing with relatives or co-workers.
And you have to constantly decide what is good for you. People will keep trying to manipulate you. This was true even for the childhood, but the stakes are sky high here compared to what it was in childhood.
I hate life. I hate having grown up. I hate to deal with the things life is throwing at me. And probably will keep throwing. I think I am an escapist. I feel I am done. I want to be a child. I want this life to end or to be in a state not having to deal with all this drama.
I wish we could buy assembled mobile phones just as we have assembled PCs. I feel this because nowadays it's very difficult to find a phone that would have the specs you would want it to have. For me it has become difficult.
I wish there was a phone available in the market with the specs I want it to have. A phone with the body dimensions not more than 5 inches. Battery 5000 mAh. Either internal memory 64 GB or a dedicated external microSD card slot. Any one among the two would suffice. Dual SIM 4G of course. RAM at least 3 GB. These are the main concerns. Rest all can be made up.
I don't find a phone with above specs available so far. Either I have to compromise on the dimensions as manufacturing companies have started inflating phone sizes to the extent of making them tablets or the battery given is around 3000 mAh. I hope someday they will make this.
I wish we could buy assembled mobile phones just as we have assembled PCs. I feel this because nowadays it's very difficult to find a phone that would have the specs you would want it to have. For me it has become difficult.
I wish there was a phone available in the market with the specs I want it to have. A phone with the body dimensions not more than 5 inches. Battery 5000 mAh. Either internal memory 64 GB or a dedicated external microSD card slot. Any one among the two would suffice. Dual SIM 4G of course. RAM at least 3 GB. These are the main concerns. Rest all can be made up.
I don't find a phone with above specs available so far. Either I have to compromise on the dimensions as manufacturing companies have started inflating phone sizes to the extent of making them tablets or the battery given is around 3000 mAh. I hope someday they will make this.
किसी इंसान को पूरी तरह भूल जाना कितना मुश्किल हो सकता है? अगर इस बात को आप सोचें तो अधिकांश लोगों को लगेगा कि ये क्या बेकार की बात है। कुछ नहीं होता किसी को भुलाना। सब बेवजह बेफ़िज़ूल की दिखावट है।
काश यह सच होता। हम कितनी गहराई तक पहुँच जाते हैं किसी इंसान के साथ। पर ये यादें ही तो हैं जो सबकुछ ले आती हैं। जिन चीजों को आप भूलना चाहते हैं वही ले आती हैं ये यादें।
मैं असल में ज़्यादा कुछ चाहता नहीं था उससे। बस इतना था कि मुझे उसकी ज़रूरत थी। बस जैसे थी वो मेरे साथ, जिस तरह से पेश आती थी बस वैसे ही। ना तो मैंने कभी भविष्य चाहा ना ही उससे भी आगे का कुछ और। ये बात अलग है कि अगर वो भी हो जाये तो कुछ बुरा नही पर वो तो फिर किस्मत से कहीं ज़्यादा मिल जाने की बात होगी।
मैं तो जो था उसी से खुश था सिर्फ एक और चीज़ के अलावा। मैं चाहता था कि वो भी कह दे कि जो मुझे लग रहा है या जो मेरे साथ हो रहा है वो उसके साथ भी हो रहा है और उसे भी ऐसा ही लग रहा है। लेकिन ये बस मेरा एक वहम ही तो था। ना तो उसे मेरे जैसा कुछ एहसास हो रहा था ना ही ये सब कुछ उसके लिए मेरे जैसा था।
गलतफहमी तो शुरुआत से ही मेरी थी। मुझे शुरु में ही खुद को संभाल लेना चाहिए था। कितनी अजीब बात है ना कि आप उन्हीं चीजों से पहले भी गुज़र चुके हैं और तब सबक लेकर ये भी स्थिर किया था कि दुबारा यही गलती दोहरानी नहीं है। फिर भी सब कुछ धरा का धरा रह जाता है।
I wish things wouldn't have been like this.
I get so tempted at times. Just to talk once. And except the time I am at work, she's constantly there in my foreground or background, through and through, day and night.
It hurts. She probably must have forgotten me by now. Sometimes I see her WhatsApp DP. She's good. I wish her the best. And happiness.
किसी इंसान को पूरी तरह भूल जाना कितना मुश्किल हो सकता है? अगर इस बात को आप सोचें तो अधिकांश लोगों को लगेगा कि ये क्या बेकार की बात है। कुछ नहीं होता किसी को भुलाना। सब बेवजह बेफ़िज़ूल की दिखावट है।
काश यह सच होता। हम कितनी गहराई तक पहुँच जाते हैं किसी इंसान के साथ। पर ये यादें ही तो हैं जो सबकुछ ले आती हैं। जिन चीजों को आप भूलना चाहते हैं वही ले आती हैं ये यादें।
मैं असल में ज़्यादा कुछ चाहता नहीं था उससे। बस इतना था कि मुझे उसकी ज़रूरत थी। बस जैसे थी वो मेरे साथ, जिस तरह से पेश आती थी बस वैसे ही। ना तो मैंने कभी भविष्य चाहा ना ही उससे भी आगे का कुछ और। ये बात अलग है कि अगर वो भी हो जाये तो कुछ बुरा नही पर वो तो फिर किस्मत से कहीं ज़्यादा मिल जाने की बात होगी।
मैं तो जो था उसी से खुश था सिर्फ एक और चीज़ के अलावा। मैं चाहता था कि वो भी कह दे कि जो मुझे लग रहा है या जो मेरे साथ हो रहा है वो उसके साथ भी हो रहा है और उसे भी ऐसा ही लग रहा है। लेकिन ये बस मेरा एक वहम ही तो था। ना तो उसे मेरे जैसा कुछ एहसास हो रहा था ना ही ये सब कुछ उसके लिए मेरे जैसा था।
गलतफहमी तो शुरुआत से ही मेरी थी। मुझे शुरु में ही खुद को संभाल लेना चाहिए था। कितनी अजीब बात है ना कि आप उन्हीं चीजों से पहले भी गुज़र चुके हैं और तब सबक लेकर ये भी स्थिर किया था कि दुबारा यही गलती दोहरानी नहीं है। फिर भी सब कुछ धरा का धरा रह जाता है।
I wish things wouldn't have been like this.
I get so tempted at times. Just to talk once. And except the time I am at work, she's constantly there in my foreground or background, through and through, day and night.
It hurts. She probably must have forgotten me by now. Sometimes I see her WhatsApp DP. She's good. I wish her the best. And happiness.
I am talking about both the dream. Those that you watch while asleep and those that you have when wide awake. And if both of them meet a common ground, then that situation becomes difficult if it's not achievable.
Today also was again the dream so real, so possible, that the whole day I will not be able to brush it aside. It's so real that it could have been one of those old days spent together just an year back. The group we always used to be everywhere. Be it college (of course) or outside. And the central theme being what I could have ever wanted.
I was upset with her due to something and she was there to pursue me in all the childish ways possible. Running around the venue. The place was sort of a Mushaira where both Gods were present, the Hindu too. And the shayar was rendering very beautiful couplets catering to the mixed audience. At times it even felt like it was a Jagrata on Navratra.
Everything around seemed festive with decorations and lights. Among all this we were four friends from our group. Me alone and she with the rest two, trying to constantly follow me around. Sometimes we ran, sometimes we hid. But finally they caught me and used the most brutal weapon upon me. The weapon from which I can never veer off. She started tickling me on my stomach and with that I was done. We went back happily together, pulling each other's leg.
I wish it happened in real, if not this then something similar. Or I wish I stop seeing her in dreams this often.
I am talking about both the dream. Those that you watch while asleep and those that you have when wide awake. And if both of them meet a common ground, then that situation becomes difficult if it's not achievable.
Today also was again the dream so real, so possible, that the whole day I will not be able to brush it aside. It's so real that it could have been one of those old days spent together just an year back. The group we always used to be everywhere. Be it college (of course) or outside. And the central theme being what I could have ever wanted.
I was upset with her due to something and she was there to pursue me in all the childish ways possible. Running around the venue. The place was sort of a Mushaira where both Gods were present, the Hindu too. And the shayar was rendering very beautiful couplets catering to the mixed audience. At times it even felt like it was a Jagrata on Navratra.
Everything around seemed festive with decorations and lights. Among all this we were four friends from our group. Me alone and she with the rest two, trying to constantly follow me around. Sometimes we ran, sometimes we hid. But finally they caught me and used the most brutal weapon upon me. The weapon from which I can never veer off. She started tickling me on my stomach and with that I was done. We went back happily together, pulling each other's leg.
I wish it happened in real, if not this then something similar. Or I wish I stop seeing her in dreams this often.
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